But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free,Thy voice sounds like a prophets word,And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be. Fitz-Greene HalleckMarco Bozzaris.

It hath been an antient custom among them [Hungarians] that none should wear a fether but he who had killed a Turk, to whom onlie yt was lawful to shew the number of his slaine enemys by the number of fethers in his cappe. Richard HansardDescription of Hungary, Anno 1599. Lansdowne MS. 775. Vol. 149. British Museum.

The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled;The flame that lit the battles wreck, Shone round him oer the dead. * * * * *The flames rolld onhe would not go Without his Fathers word;That Father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard. Felicia D. HemansCasabianca.

Vixere fortes ante AgamemnonaMulti: sed omnes illacrimabilesUrgentur, ignotique longaNocte, carent quia vate sacro. Many heroes lived before Agamemnon, but they are all unmourned, and consigned to oblivion, because they had no bard to sing their praises. HoraceCarmina. IV. 9. 25.

There is never any real danger in allowing a pedestal for a hero. He never has time to sit on it. One sees him always over and over again kicking his pedestal out from under him, and using it to batter a world with. Gerald Stanley LeeCrowds. Bk. V. Pt. III. Ch. XVI.

Tel a esté miraculeux au monde, auquel sa femme et son valet nont rien veu seulement de remarquable; peu dhommes ont esté admirez par leur domestiques. Such an one has been, as it were, miraculous in the world, in whom his wife and valet have seen nothing even remarkable; few men have been admired by their servants. MontaigneEssays. Bk. III. Ch. II.

See the conquering hero comes!Sound the trumpets, beat the drums! Dr. Thos. MorellWords used by Handel in Joshua, and Judas Maccabæus. (Introduced in stage version of Lees Rival Queens. Act II. Sc. 1.)

Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,Who living were true and tried for us,And dying sleep side by side for us; The martyr band That hallowed our landWith the blood they shed in a tide for us? Abram J. RyanC. S. A.